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Slade Wilson leaned against the wall of the expensive ballroom of Wayne Manor in a perfectly tailored 3-piece designer suit. Unlike the hall’s usual appearance, it had been elaborately decorated for the evening’s gala. The entire location reeked of opulence and richness - Slade always hated the smell of lavish overabundance, it wasn't his scene. However, this was the monthly event where most of Gotham’s elites attended, making it ideal for networking and catching up with old clients. Fake grins and laughter filled the bright room. People chatted and made deals like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Slade took another sip of his glass; he wasn’t here for the champagne, caviar, or decadence oozing from every inch of the place. No, he was looking for a very specific person.
And it didn’t take him long to spot who he was looking for. It wasn't like the younger man was particularly good at hiding his appearance at fancy galas.
Richard “Dick” Grayson was pretty much front and center along with his many siblings. The younger man was stunning, lighting up the room with a million dollar smile, brand name black tuxedo, hair gently slicked back, and a little black bow tie. As Bruce Wayne's eldest, he was grinning widely and socializing, a champagne flute in his fingers almost immediately.
Slade knew that Dick wasn't simply here to chat and make business connections. He watched the young man walk up to some of the other older gentlemen with ease and get comfortable. Dick smiled, laughed, put his hand on their shoulders and leaned into them a bit too close. Dick was leaning even closer with time, making his intent clear.
If Slade hadn't had Dick’s eyes on him like this before, he would've believed that the Boy Wonder was just being friendly. He would have believed that Dick was innocently trying to get the men’s attention. Slade knew better.
What Dick was actually doing was flirting subtly with the men. He made suggestive expressions and innuendos that made his intentions clear - that he was subtly propositioning them for sex.
And it seemed like many men were jumping at the chance to sleep with him.
Dick’s voice was cheery as he spoke proudly, “-which is perfect for Wayne Corps! Honestly, I couldn't be more proud of my little brother - Tim is amazing at what he does as co-CEO with our father.” Slade noticed Dick subtly swing his hips, grinding his ass just barely against one of the rich older men.
Slade knew that man based on observation. The man was in his early 60s, running an oil processing company that worked with Wayne Industries. He had a history of drinking excessively, had gambling debts, and was a father to 3 kids, all older than Dick. The man also frequently cheated on his wife, especially when he got drunk.
The man, clearly tipsy now, put his hand on Dick’s waist, saying, “That's wonderful, Richard. You seem so hands-off of the company, but it's clear that you have a hand to play in its success.” The man’s hand moved lower, cupping and groping Dick’s round ass in his perfectly tailored suit. The man’s middle and ring fingers moved lower, groping Dick’s cheeks and brushing against Dick’s hole. Dick was subtly biting his lip in anticipation.
Dick had been acting like this at galas for almost a year now, and Slade had been there to witness much of it. He had noticed a shift in Dick’s demeanor from effortlessly confident to subtly salacious - and it wasn't a gradual shift; it was abrupt and while most people wouldn't notice or comment due to Bruce’s influence, Slade was done idly watching.
Slade put down his empty champagne flute and walked towards the handsome vigilante. Dick was deep in conversation as Slade walked towards him. He firmly grasped the older man’s wrist, perhaps a bit too roughly, and pushed it off of Dick’s body before wrapping his own arm protectively around Dick’s hips and midsection.
The older man turned around, annoyed and ready to chew him out for the intrusion, but a single glare from Slade was enough to cause him to shrink away. Dick had a bloody aura to him, one that was rightfully earned, so even if the man didn't immediately recognize him, he could tell that Slade was dangerous.
Slade interrupted the conversation in the group, looking right at Dick as he spoke, “There you are, Grayson. I've been waiting for your attention since you entered the hall.”
Dick looked surprised at Slade’s forwardness, and while his smile didn't falter, Slade could see the slight hint of annoyance in the younger man’s face. “Sir Wilson! How gracious of you to join us! I was engaging in some private discourse about Tim’s contributions to father’s company.” If Slade didn't know Dick so well, he would have fallen for Dick’s irresistible charisma. It was clear that Dick was trying to steer the conversation and hint at Slade to leave.
Slade was blunt, “I come to settle an old offer with you, privately.” Dick looked genuinely puzzled at first, cocking his head to the side. Slade added, “An offer you made with me just over five months ago.” It was as if a lightbulb shone in Dick’s mind. Slade made note of every subtle emotion that showed on Dick’s face over the next few seconds - shock, recognition, embarrassment, anger.
However, Dick didn't let those expressions last long enough for most people to catch onto them. He continued beaming as he snapped his fingers in mock surprise, “Right, right! How could I forget about that offer? I must really be exhausted.” He turned back to the small group of older businessmen, bemoaning needing to leave, “My apologies, gentlemen. It seems that this is an urgent matter requiring my immediate attention, so I will take my leave here. Please, continue to enjoy the gala, my father would want nothing less.”
Dick quickly walked towards the rooms and offices on the first floor, away from the gala’s main events. Slade shot a glare at the men standing stunned where Dick was before, then he followed Dick, matching his pace. Dick didn’t say anything as he walked forward, but Slade could tell by his body language that Dick was feeling more agitated than fearful now. Good, he wanted Dick to be his usual self when they finally talked.
The two quickly walked by countless closed doors on the manor ground floor, with several of the rooms sounding occupied - the sound of intimacy and obscene acts behind those doors wasn’t hard to notice if anyone listened carefully. Slade could hear every combination of intimacy from straight couples, to gay couples, to threesomes, to orgies - it seemed like the Waynes were already prepared for this, as there were ample bottles of lubrication and an assortment of condoms on the small tables between every few rooms. Dick didn’t flinch at the sounds of sex, it was clear that he was already used to this happening at his family’s galas.
Finally, they arrived at a room much further from the ballroom, one of the only locked rooms it seemed. Dick took a moment to take a key out of his pocket and fiddle with the lock. Slade stepped away to one of the many tables holding lube and condoms, reading the labels before pocketing a small lube bottle and a handful of condoms for later; he had a feeling he might need these.
Once Dick got the door open, he stepped inside with a huff. Slade followed him, taking a moment to close the door and flip the lock closed when he was inside. Slade noticed that the room looked like an office and was a lot more antique-looking and worn than the other rooms in Wayne Manor - this was probably one of Bruce’s offices. Dick didn’t go all the way to the study wood desk in the back of the room, instead, he plopped down on the leather sofa in the middle of the room.
Slade watched Dick lay back and get comfortable on the sofa for a moment before meeting Slade’s gaze again. He looked like he was seething as he practically growled at Slade, “You had no right to interrupt my deals. I had been working on getting on Chairman Morrison and Chairman Henderson’s good graces for months - I was finally about to get what I needed!”
Slade scoffed, saying, “Deals, huh? Let me guess, they weren’t monetary deals - they’re much more of the intimate variety. Am I wrong?” Dick stared at him with vitriol, so Slade laid out the information he had observed over time, “It would match your pattern at these galas, Pretty Bird. You proposition certain older male CEOs and businessmen at these monthly galas, typically going for ones who are divorced or have adult children so that you won’t break up any growing families. However, sometimes they seek you out too. You usually start slow, flirting subtly before using euphemisms and suggestive gestures. Once they’re interested, you’ll bring them back to one of these rooms and get your pretty ass plowed all night long. Sometimes, you’ll have multiple men lining up to take you in a single night. However, you don’t just wait to get laid at these galas either - once a man takes you, you make sure to get his contact information so you can visit him outside of the galas as well. You tend to rotate your contacts, perhaps so no one catches on, perhaps because you don’t want to grow attached. To date, you have almost 30 men in your contacts for your hookups. Not bad for a few months of playing the field.”
Dick stood up abruptly, huffing and angry, “My sex life is none of your business, Slade. I’m an adult, I’m more than comfortable making decisions about my own body.”
Slade rebutted coldly, “It is my business. You propositioned me for sex 5 months ago at one of these galas. I know how much you hate my guts, but you were eager to spread your legs for a night of passion with me. That was roughly the time that your behavior changed - you went from being a man with only a few committed relationships to someone with a voracious, desperate sexual appetite almost overnight. Something must have happened to change your mind so quickly.” Slade leaned closer, saying darkly, “And don’t say you’re doing this to make connections. Wayne has more connections than you ever need. You take no forms of payment other than their contact information, something that you could easily obtain through other means. It seems like you’re going through all of this on purpose.”
Dick moved quickly, causing Slade to move as well, catching Dick’s fist before it could connect with him. Dick spun and Slade continued to dodge, catching and releasing Dick’s limbs as he swung at him, finally pinning Dick’s arms behind his back and having a knee in between his legs. Dick struggled in his grasp - he was acting impulsive and sloppy.
Slade decided to drop the final piece of information he gathered, “You know what’s ironic, Pretty Bird? The day that your behavior changed coincides with a failed mission in Bludhaven.” Dick’s body went rigid. Slade could feel the younger man’s hands trembling as Slade told him what he knew, “Your team accidentally killed someone. Blockbuster, if I remember correctly.”
Dick was silent for about a minute. Then his voice came out like a whisper, “She used my trauma to his death as an excuse. She pushed me down; she didn't listen when I told her to stop.”
Slade's smile dropped from his face. He knew about Tarantula and how Dick hadn't worked with her in months - but to hear the reason from Dick’s lips was shocking. The woman assaulted Dick. He said the hard part out loud, “You're using sex as a trauma response.”
Dick's body lost its will to fight, and he quietly admitted, “At least I have some control here. Due to Bruce’s status, no one, not even CEOS, can just go after me - I have to choose them too. I can push them off if I don't want them to do something, and I don't have to compromise on what I want. It's sex without feeling, it-” Dick’s breath catches and his voice breaks for a second before he finishes, “-it makes me feel less dirty, because at least…I have a choice in whoever fucks me.”
Slade was quiet for a moment, taking in the information. It wasn't unheard of for male superheroes to be assaulted, but rarely like this. Dick hadn't been able to fight back, and he was doing whatever it took to reclaim a sense of self-worth while protecting others from finding out. However, it had started passing into self-flagellation territory - Dick was clearly not in a good spot, and the constant rotating of partners could ruin reputations and it put him at risk for STIs.
Slade chose his words carefully, asking, “What do you need from an ideal lover, kid?”
Dick sighed and thought aloud, “I need someone who can…hold space for me, not judge me…give me sex that can make my mind go blank. Someone who can dominate me, but allow me space and comfort as I need it. Someone who sees me as more than a piece of meat. But…that’s really unlikely at this point. I’m in too deep.” Slade pulled Dick back towards him - he caressed Dick’s dark hair, moving it away from his neck. His fingers traced the veins along the sides. He watched Dick’s reaction and waited for him to speak.
Dick asked softly, “Are you going to fuck me Slade?” It was a loaded question packaged as a simple one - Dick was asking if this was a hookup.
Slade almost growled at him, speaking into his ear, “I won’t keep my hands on you if I notice for even a second that you’re uncomfortable.” Slade slowly cupped Dick’s face and firmly turned his face towards him, watching for any signs of discomfort. When Slade found none, he continued, “What I want, Grayson, is a chance to make you feel good. You’re hurting yourself by pretending that hundreds of hookups can make you feel whole again - we both know that it won’t. What you need is someone by your side; someone who can listen and treat you with respect. Someone who can protect you from ever being assaulted again.” Slade’s grip tightened just a tiny bit, “And I want to make you mine - all mine; publicly and privately. I’m going to satisfy you so well that you won’t ever look at another man with lust again, kid. No one will ever dare lay their hands on you without your consent, I can promise you that.”
Slade let go of Dick’s face, saying, “The choice is yours. I will dedicate my time, energy, and body to you, as long as you do the same for me as a loyal partner.” Dick blinked, his eyes looked blank, and his cheeks flushed. Slade added, “I can give you as much time as you n-”
Dick answered immediately, “Yes. God yes, Slade. I want that more than you can ever imagine.” Slade studied DIck again - he was trembling slightly, but it was clear that he was feeling something different than before. Dick spoke, “I want you to fuck me and make me feel amazing every single day, Slade. I want to be at your mercy, and still feel safe in your arms.” Dick ran his hands up Slade’s hip, his back pressed against Slade’s chest. “I don’t want to remember anything about that night - I want to just feel you in me and feel loved.”
Slade wasted no time. He pushed Dick forward, using controlled force so that Dick had enough time to react and press his hands to the back of the sofa for support. Slade began unzipping his trousers and pulling off his belt, letting it fall onto the floor. He used his feet to separate Dick’s legs, giving the younger man a wider base of support as he was bent over.
Slade asked firmly, “Safeword?” His tone made it clear that this was non-negotiable.
Dick looked over his shoulder at Slade and spoke, “Safeword is ‘Robin’.” Slade nodded and finished unzipping his trousers. His large cock sprang free, and Slade could feel Dick’s gaze on him. He could see uncertainty, desire, longing, and hunger all at once in his expression. Slade then pulled Dick’s trousers down just a little, exposing his round ass that he was well known for. He could see Dick’s hole, glistening with lube - Dick had prepared for the night, not knowing this is what he would be doing. He gave Dick two firm spanks, one on each cheek, causing Dick to whine.
Slade then pulled the condom and lube packet out of his pocket. He put the condom on with practiced ease, slicking the condom up generously. Dick softly bit the side of his lip, desire was evident on his face. Slade didn’t push in right away; he teased Dick’s pucker, circling it with his cock, smacking his cock against it, and rubbing up and down his cheeks.
Dick huffed, and Slade reminded him, “Use your words.”
Dick was confident when he spoke - and this time it felt genuine, “Take me. Now. I need it. And don’t be gentle.”
Slade pressed the tip against Dick’s hole, watching it flutter open with the slight pressure. As soon as Slade could feel Dick’s muscles relaxing, he gripped his hips and pushed forward in a deep, smooth motion. Dick let out a gasping whine in surprise.
Slade waited for Dick to adjust, half expecting him to use the safeword already. Instead, Dick’s voice was high pitched and needy, “Yes, oh my fuck- yes! You’re so big…I need more. Please…please, use me. Don’t hold back.” Dick’s legs were trembling, so Slade supported under his hips with one hand and placed his other on Dick’s hip. Then they moved together.
The rhythm was slow for just a moment, then it picked up immediately. Slade plowed into Dick’s body with fervor, using his body like it was a fleshlight. Dick gripped the edge of the sofa, head falling forward as he focused on the feeling of getting fucked. Dick’s body was warm, wet, and tight, and Slade wasn’t holding back with his thrusts; Dick didn’t want him to. Slade still kept his eyes on Dick’s physical reactions as he made sure to fulfill both of their needs. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with pants and grunts and the soft scratch of the sofa legs against the hardwood - anyone walking by the room would know what was going on.
Dick was practically drooling as he was panting, “Good…so fucking good…can’t think of anything but…your cock…”
Slade grunted, talking dirty to keep Dick’s mind occupied, “I’m going to fuck you like this every day. Multiple times a day. You’re going to think about nothing else, just how good that my cock feels in your ass. You’re going to crave only mine - no one else’s will satisfy you after today, Grayson.”
Dick was the first to cum, his high pitched moans reaching a crescendo as an orgasm rippled through his body. Due to being almost fully dressed, Dick came inside his pants, staining his underwear as he released without ever touching his cock. Slade wasn’t done - he continued thrusting into Dick without slowing down, even as Dick tightened around him from cumming. His tongue fell out from his mouth as his body became overly sensitive.
Slade waited for Dick to tell him to slow down or use the safeword, the younger man had to be overstimulated at this point. However, Dick surprised him again, by panting, “More…don’t stop…everyone stops after one orgasm. Need more…want to cum again…!” Dick was where he wanted to be - his mind could only focus on sex, not his trauma, and he felt comfortable enough with Slade to ask for more.
Slade wasn’t going to refuse him.
Hours passed, and the gala was slowly wrapping up as the clock hit 2 in the morning. The two could vaguely hear Bruce giving his final speech of the evening from the main ballroom, but they weren’t finished with each other. Dick had lost count of his own orgasms after the fifth one, and Slade had a few of his own as well. They had changed positions a few times, from doggy style, to missionary, to more flexible positions; now, they were in the mating press, with Slade holding Dick’s ankles as his body was folded in half, fucking into Dick without reprieve. They had long since run out of condoms, and Dick told him to continue without them - the used condoms littered the floor.
In that moment, nothing else mattered - even as their bodies were covered in sweat, their suits were horribly wrinkled, and their muscles screamed at them to rest. All that mattered was each other.
As Slade pumped one last load into Dick’s body, both of them grunting and groaning in exhaustion, they felt perfect. Their clothes were stained with cum, and the stench of sex would cling to them for weeks.
Dick panted, relaxing as he came down from the high of their lovemaking. “That…was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Slade chuckled, “I hope so. There aren’t many people without a refractory period like me.” His hand reached down to cup Dick’s cheek, and Dick leaned into the gesture with a soft laugh.
Dick felt loved, like his choices mattered. Slade felt happy to have him by his side.
They were both exactly where they needed to be.